Methis Delis POVBoth Jamal and Xander looked like they could kill for me that day. But was that a good thing or a bad thing? I did not know how exactly to process it but I believed everything was going to iron itself out eventually.I picked up my phone and scrolled aimlessly for a while. I scrolled past me and Sophia's last texts to each other. I tapped her number but froze at the call button. Did she hate me? What would I think if someone who had previously fought my father called my phone? Jamal who she must have known as my boyfriend had messed up her bother badly and had beaten her for doing what all sisters would do if they found their brother in a fight – join in.All she could say was 'fuck off,' I concluded and hit the call button. The call went through but there is was no response on her end. She had not answered it, but she did not decline either. Maybe she was busy or had left her phone somewhere she could not hear the ringing. Unlike Sophia, I had to admit but any hypoth
Methis Delis POVAfter a hearty breakfast and some touching talks, I cleared the table and did the dishes immediately to avoid them piling up later in the evening. My father headed off to the home office while I went to the living room to pass some time and think on my current being. I had school to attend and the level of work waiting for me back at the stadium was bone-breaking. I had to resume soon. I only came back here to have some time off from all the stress and all the drama going on in my life. I had to constantly remind myself about that because soon enough I knew I would get too comfortable and forget all my other responsibilities until it was too late. I had a career to chase. The more I kept thinking about the career I had to chase, the more I reminded myself of Jamal who was here and wanted me to be his Luna. It was an impediment to my career. Or was my career just being an impediment to a regal future with Jamal? Being a queen was said to be every female's dream in the
Methis Delis POV"One more step closer to her and we'll find you six feet deep, Jamal." My father was at the other side of the living room with a shotgun in hand.Jamal wasn't scared. All he did was smile and gently bow low. "Good day, Sir. Are we really going to be talking over shotgun? For how long?""For as long as it would take for you to know that my daughter does not belong to you." My father said sternly.Jamal gestured towards a seat and took it carefully. "I've come again, Sir. I've come with a gift this time. A gift for Methis and I thought I'll give it to you in her stead but seeing that she is here herself, allow me to hand in my gift."Without waiting for response, Jamal stood up and walked over to me. He went behind me and I heard the clap of a small box as it opened and closed. Slowly, his hands reached around my neck to pack my hair towards one side before sliding and clipping in a necklace. But then his hands wandered too low and too long. I looked at my father to see
Jamal POV“No. I am not,” I lied. I had no idea who this boy was but somehow he knew my name. For all I could tell, this boy could be a spy or worse. He was unknown to me so admitting my name might not be the best thing to do.“I know who you are, sir. You are Jamal,” he insisted.“And how did you come about that knowledge?” I asked.“I inferred it.”“Well then your inferring is wrong.”“It is not. He knows you. You were the guy who fought in the mall the other day.”Damn the internet, I thought. I should have taken that into account before I fought Xander that day but I was overwhelmed with anger so nothing other than the moment mattered. I turned to the boy and looked at him.“Even before the fight, he knew you,” the boy added.That was exactly the question I had wanted to ask. Who knew me? who was the ‘he’ this boy was referring to? “Who knew me?” I asked.“The Watcher,” he whispered.“The who?” I asked. Quite confused by what he said. Partly intrigued but majorly disgusted.“The W
Jamal POVIt was intriguing, wasn’t it? That Jamal would dare to fight me. I had not really thought about it until this moment. Why was it that he had developed so much confidence to go head to head against me? of course, dragon blood. Dragons were proud creatures. They prided themselves for being big, brave, strong, and cunning. But in truth they were neither of these things. They were just egotistical, full of themselves, and boastful. I don’t know if I would be saying these words if Xander had not been the way he was. Perhaps I would be praising Dragons for being calm and comported. It goes to show just how much a part could make you infer the whole.I was currently sited at the bar of the hotel. I had taken just a few shots and could barely feel the sting of the alcohol. Human wine truly was weak. I had promised myself not to get drunk as I was raising children. It would be a terrible thing for a child to see his or her father drunk. I had two. To be fair, I was not worried about
Jamal POV“Love,” he said simply as he tossed me the cube.“Love?” I caught the cube and began shuffling it with as many complexity as I could probably do it. “What makes you think its love?”“Well, I have not experienced it myself but from what I see, love can make you do crazy things including banging a man’s head into concrete till it tears open.”He was mocking the fight between Xander and myself but I would take it lightly. He was not wrong though. Love would make you do crazy things. Things so crazy that after you are done and if the love fades, you would wonder why you had done it and if really was the driving factor logical enough to make you do those thing. I had experienced it twice. Once with the Dark Witch and the other one now with Methis who happened to look so much like the Dark Witch. A coincidence I am still amazed by.I tossed the shuffled cube back to Autumn and he set to work with arranging it. “I do not think that that is love,” I said.“You don’t?”“No I do.”“I
Xander's POV I pushed the door open and stepped outside. It was a cold and dark night, but I didn't mind. I liked the night. It was peaceful and quiet, and it suited my mood. I started to jog, hoping to clear my head and calm my heart. I ran for a long time, passing by buildings, cars, and people. I ignored them all, focusing on my breathing and my footsteps. I ran until I reached a park, a large green space with trees, benches, and a lake. I slowed down and walked to the edge of the lake. I sat down on a bench and looked at the water. I saw my reflection, and I frowned. I looked like a monster, a beast, a freak. I wondered if Methis would still love me if she saw me like this. If she knew what I really was.I shook my head and tried to banish the negative thoughts. She would love me, I told myself. She would accept me, she would understand me, she would stay with me. She was my mate, and I was hers. We belonged together, we were meant to be. Nothing could change that, nothing could
Methis' POVThe rest of the weekend was basically spent with my Dad doting me, not letting me participate even a little bit in chores of the house which he insisted was "manual labor to his princess." A lot of times it felt really weird, being treated like a baby that is, as though I couldn't take care of myself on my own. Other times it brought back heavy waves of nostalgia. About my childhood. My father when I got sick as a kid hardly ever left my bedside whenever I had as much as the flu.When he came back from a drive that evening and saw me still lying on the bed, he tutted loudly."That's it Methis, you are going out."I shot up from the sheets, "What?""A bar downtown, here, you can have my credit card and my car, go there mix, have some fun okay? You can't stay huddled up all day."But Dad... ""Just go, Methis," he said, refusing to hear any protests, "I promise, you will feel better okay?"Seeing he was determined to get me out of the house, I immediately worked out he had n
Jamal's POV"What do you mea....""Don't pretend like you haven't been thinking about me since the last time we met," she said, "I can see the nervousness in your eyes," she added as she leaned her face closer to mine while standing on her tippy toes. I quickly recoiled. Any further, and it'd have been a kiss.Ding!Finally, the ordeal was going to be over. The doors were about to slide open and I braced myself to get the hell out."Stop pretending like you don't want me!" She yelled.Affirmative. She's crazy."I would advise you to get some medical attention," I said as I slowly walked towards the doors which were now sliding open, "You need help," I added as I got out of the elevator."You can't keep it up forever. Your pretence can only take you so........." She was saying, her voice dwindling into a diminuendo as the doors slid shut. Talk about crazy.I walked down the corridor to Methis apartment and then knocked. I could hear footsteps approaching from within and took a deep bre
Jamal POV“I’m doing well, Sir.”“Why are you here? Same reason?”“Same reason, Sir.”“What have I told you in the past?”“That she is not meant for me. But hear this, Sir. I really don’t care what you think about us anymore and honestly it’s been hard for me as well having to see the one who I love reject me so often. So here’s what it is. I’m trying just one more time. Just one. That’s why I am here. To make my peace one last time. I really love her, Sir. I know that deep down you know it. She must have told you about out time during surrogacy. Even though you might look at it as a thing of tragedy which I completely understand, I implore you look at it from the point of I and Methis as well. She really enjoyed it, and so did I, Sir. You can ask for her own opinion. Just don’t intimidate her when doing it.”I sat staring for a while. Thinking if I should go on or just keep quiet. It would be nice to know what he was thinking but from the way Methis’ father kept his countenance, it w
Jamal POVI returned to the shore to see the woman sitting and examining the beast. She gave me a puzzled look.“Where did you come from?” she asked.“My pet wolf ran to me alerting me of danger,” I casually said.“Well, aren’t you a bad master leaving your pet wolf to deal with this thing alone?”“That thing knocked me unconscious that’s why I could not help him,” I lied.“Alright let’s go then. Where is your pet wolf?”“I just buried it.”“Poor thing.” She gave a little sob.We walked back to the boat and made our way back to the city.“What is that thing?” I asked.“I’m supposed to be asking you. You are the one stuck on that island with it.” She gave me a puzzled accusing look. “And a pet wolf.”“Well a different fisherman dropped me there and ran off,” I lied again.“Is it Bob? He’s the coward around here”“How did you see the beast?”“I was out fishing one day and I saw it shoot out of the sewer and I thought ‘What the hell?’ so I went after it but I lost it.”“Why didn’t you ca
Jamal POVI could not believe I was about to do this now. I was about to wrestle this large snake. I could feel my hands sweat as I made my way to the edge of the island. I stopped just beyond the water and took a deep look into the water. From here, I could see its massive outline looming deep beneath the blue, casting a dark shadow in the sea. If that thing truly did swallow the key, then it must have digested already. Either way, today was the day I made my biggest hunting kill. The only problem is unlike other animals I have hunted, this one seemed to have some sense of reasoning. So maybe I could use that against him. I usually did not like to strike first in a fight so maybe I could make this snake strike first. I’d egg him on.“HEY!” I shouted from the edge of the island. “I am ready! Let’s go! Let’s fight!”The beast circled around the water, creating little waves that emerged on the top of the ocean and splashed on the island. I was beginning to question the sanity behind thi
Xander POVI had been chatty at work for some time now. I talked often, perhaps more often than I realized because I was getting more compliments like "What made you start talking so often?" or subtler ones such as "You look to be in a good mood recently." One time, a young lady working with us asked me what had happened during the time I had first begun working here till this moment. They all thought I had received good news that carried me for a long time but in reality, I was the saddest I had ever been in my entire life. I had not realized I talked more often until all the compliments came pouring in. But somehow it all made sense.I was talking more often so I distracted myself from the pain I was feeling. My subconscious mind was trying desperately to find a new connection to forget the broken one o had with Methis. In the past few weeks, I had experienced pain that hit harder than hammer, pain that cut deeper than sword. It was more than a heartbreak. A heartbreak was not the k
Methis POVI woke up the next morning, a pounding headache threatening to split my forehead into two and tossed it in the bed next to me.Again, typical. The practice of waking up with another problem bothering me had almost become routine so I wasn't really surprised.Nevertheless, I dragged myself out of bed and prepared for school. Irrespective of my feelings, life had to go on right?The first few classes were boring as hell, and I was extremely uninterested, which made the ring of the bell for lunch break a very welcome development.I walked into the cafeteria and almost immediately, my eyes fell on her. Sophia, sat alone at a table, picking her food, a bored look in her eyes.It made me feel like shit, she was alone because of me. I was her best friend, we did everything together including lunch and now we were fighting she had to suffer the discomfort of sitting in the cafeteria and eating alone, with nobody to talk to.I had to fix that.Taking a deep breath, I grabbed my tray
Jamal’s POVI woke up, already feeling exhausted and drained, I allowed my body to revert to its human form as the involuntary transformation subsided. I lay there for a moment, the gritty sand beneath me a stark reminder of the ordeal I had just faced. The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm glow across the island.As evening descended, I woke from a restless slumber. My surroundings were eerily quiet, except for the distant murmur of the ocean. Pushing myself up, I took stock of his situation. The city lights shimmered in the distance, a connection to my realm that seemed both distant and unattainable.My exploration of the island unfolded like a surreal odyssey. The air was thick with the scent of salt and untamed nature as I ventured into the heart of the unknown. The landscape revealed itself in layers — dense clusters of foliage, rugged terrain, and mysterious, hidden corners.The island's interior held a complex tapestry of life. Vibrant flowers bloomed in patches, th
Jamal’s POVThe dark witch, a shadow from the recesses of his past, cast an ominous pall over my thoughts. Her malevolence, the catalyst for the arduous journey through the realms, loomed as a reminder of the trials I had faced. In the face of this formidable adversary, I found the strength to swim against the currents.With a newfound surge of determination, O pushed against the encroaching darkness. The thought of Methis waiting, of my cubs growing up without their father, of the pack relying on my leadership, propelled me toward the surface. The image of the moonlit realm, my sovereign domain, beckoned as a distant haven.Yet, the cruel reality of physical exhaustion proved insurmountable. As my limbs strained against the water, the weight of my shifting form, soaked and weary, became an anchor dragging him into the depths.Then, everything went dark.* * *I woke up to a sound.Vaguely aware that I was lying on the floor, in the pitch darkness, my vision swimming around me, I groa
Methis’s POV“You know if you keep at this you won’t ever heal. No one is above problems. Not even me the counsellor.”“Well go deal with your own problems instead of mine!” I blurted out. All he needed to do was raise his eyebrow at me and I realized my mistake. “I am so sorry, Sir. I did not mean it that way, Sir.”“It’s fine, Miss Delis we all lose our cool occasionally.”“Please just call me Methis.”“So what’s the issue here Mehtis?”“It’s my best friend. I think she hates me now.”“Why would assume that?”“Well, I went to talk to her today and she snubbed me. A friend of mine and her brother had a fight earlier so she is mad at me for it all.”“Understandable.”“What do I do?” I asked.“Just talk to her. Keep aside any friendliness. Talk to her like a new person. Like you are meeting a stranger that you want to make your friend but this stranger has some prejudice about your race. Just imagine that sort of scenario. Then apply it in real life. alright?”“Alright. I have a test t